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[ladyinscarlet]

Who: Madame Red and YOU!
When: July 23rd, evening
Where: The plaza, near the coral!
Style: Action to begin with, but willing to do prose.
Status: Open to everyone!

[Angelina wonders if she lost her way in London after Elizabeth Stride. Did she pass out, anyway? She can't remember how she ended up soaking wet in something else than blood... She notices Grell is not around. If she was here, she would be making a scandal of having her red outfit ruined. Angelina's was ruined already anyway.

Fortunately, she still carries a bloody scalpel with her. As she looks around, she realizes she is in a dome underwater. How did she get here, anyway? Where is this place? She can only be wary as she takes a few steps away from the Plaza. Even though her fine clothes are dripping wet, she holds herself in an elegant manner that makes her look sophisticated. Anyone who happens to see her would realize she's an aristocrat. Quite an outdated one, by modern standards, of course. Just before anyone shows up, she manages to stash the scalpel inside her sleeve.]

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[lamorteblanc]

[ Call it one of those late evenings when he had chosen to move around the city freely. He didn't want to risk it. Not yet. Even though it was months since his little "incident". But he recognizes the sharp tang in the air, though muted. There was no doubt about it. He knows that smell. He's experienced it time and again from the operating table to his own clothes. And then he spots her.

Of course, his eyes know the tell-tale signs. After all, she seems to be cut from the same cloth he is. Perhaps a fledgling from their first kill. But he knew how to deal with these types. ]

Consider yourself lucky you came in the evening. Normally this plaza is crawling with newcomers.

[ He can't help but wonder however if Grell knows her. It's all the red, really. ]

[ladyinscarlet]

[She quickly shifts around when she hears a voice nearby. It's a man with white clothes and white hair. She looks curiously at him, her scalpel ready in case she needs it.]

Who are you? And what is this place?

[lamorteblanc]

I understand how one would be unnerved considering your circumstances.

[ But he offers her his trenchcoat. ]

I am Kazutaka Muraki, one of the local doctors and this city is called Vatheon.

[ladyinscarlet]

[Warily takes the trenchcoat and wraps it around her shoulders. The coat is warm, which means this all-white man is not a ghost.]

Doctor? Vatheon? You mean I'm not in London anymore? [Well damn... This is no good. A stranger walking around in bloody clothes... Now she's even more wary and glad at the same time she met this man.]

[lamorteblanc]

I'm afraid you've been brought here as most of us have. The city hasn't been generous with answers, I'm afraid.

[ He's gonna go get a towel from one of the locals though and offer it to her. ]

The clinic isn't far. If you'd like I can make you some coffee and explain the situation best I can.

[ladyinscarlet]

[She takes the offered towel and wipes some of the blood from her hands and face.]

Clinic? [Yes, the hospital is a safe environment.] I would greatly appreciate that, doctor.

[lamorteblanc]

The chill can't be good for you. It's this way.

[ And offering her his coat as well as he leads the way because really. Cold nights are cold when you're wet. Still not going to ask about the blood. ]

You say you came from London?

omg auntie ;w;

[pactum]

[ Ciel is out with his butler tonight. not a rare occurrence. he takes Sebastian with him when he goes out, more often than not, especially when he's planning to do a little shopping. someone must carry his parcels, after all, and it isn't going to be him.

what is rare is the scene he happens upon in the plaza this evening. it's the alarming--and familiar--shade of red which catches his attention initially, of course. from then, it takes less than a moment to recognize the dazed-looking woman standing close to the coral. shock paralyses him for a moment, his brain catching up to his eyes--but then he's off, heedless of Sebastian, making quick, sharp strides across the plaza until he reaches her. ]

A-Aunt An--Madame Red. [ he corrects himself quickly, and inwardly curses the momentary unsteadiness of his voice. but isn't every day that you come face-to-face with a dead relative. in some ways, he thinks it must be too good to be true. even knowing of her crimes, she is still his aunt--and she wouldn't have killed him. he knows that. and he doesn't quite believe she's real until he reaches out to her, thin fingers curling about her arm just below the elbow and finds her solid and warm. ]

Are you...are you well? [ it seems an absurd thing to ask a dead woman, but where else should he begin? he needs to be sure she's all right. if she is even really there at all, and not just some manifestation of a cruel curse. ]

;u; holy crap.

[xthecorvus]

[ The butler's attention is on the packages, really. Not much trouble considering this is the sort of thing he's used to but whatever business plans he was making mention of at that moment stops when his charge is suddenly off like the hound that he is. But he follows quickly enough when it alerts him as to just who had called Ciel's attention so.

Vatheon, really. Will your surprises never cease?

But he stays a respectable distance from them, frowning ever so slightly. By the state she's in, it's probably after she'd taken a victim. Upon further assessment, it looks like she's just arrived. Of course. However, he decides to approach, towel folded over his free arm for his master to take. The look he offers Ciel along with the towel however is one of "we have to talk later because this is srs bzns". ]

;w; come into An's arms!

[ladyinscarlet]

[Angelina looks around as she hears her nephew's voice and feels the tug on her arm. Maybe she isn't far from London, after all. She quickly glances around and spots Sebastian not very far away. Yes, that coral must just be a new exhibition in London.

But Ciel sounds worried. Must be because she is covered in blood.] Don't worry, I am alright, Ciel. It just was a rather rough trip... [Better if they think it's her own blood.]

no auntie he is an adult he cannot be seen doing that!! >(

[pactum]

[ rough trip indeed. he knows your secret, Aunt An--but this is neither the time nor the place to reveal that. he glances to Sebastian then, holding his gaze for a moment as he silently accepts the offered towel. he doesn't nod, or make any other indication physically to show that he agrees--but he and Sebastian are always on same page when it counts most. in this single shared look, they've mutually conferred on a plan of action, and agreed to speak more later. ]

Take this, Madame.

[ he reaches out to wrap the towel about her shoulders, before taking her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. ]

I will explain everything soon enough. We shouldn't linger here.

[ not with you looking like that is what he doesn't say. the water certainly hasn't washed the blood stains from her dress, and she looks terribly suspicious. ]

do it anyway Ciel you know you want to.

[xthecorvus]

[ Because really. Vatheon had the power to bring back the dead? It was one thing hearing about it but to witness it for himself? Madam Red had been killed. He saw it unfold before his very eyes. To think that the city could bring the dead in...

Well, he could only imagine how much this was chafing the reaper's hides.

But priorities had to be set. She seems well enough despite being a little rattled. Well enough to walk but hm. Best to leave it to his master's discretion. ]

...Shall I prepare the manor ahead of time, my lord?

*A* Yes he does! A a rub to the butler's butt

[ladyinscarlet]

[Ciel seems worried about her state, but it seems that not in particular about her being hurt. Otherwise he'd take her to an hospital. However, she doesn't want to be seen like this either, so she takes the towel to cover herself. Then she nods and allows her nephew to escort her.]

May I just assume we're not in London anymore?

[handshakegreeting]

[Well, the new arrivals certainly isn't something new for one who has been here for quite some time. However, those caked in blood? Now that was a rare sight, and one that was greeted with a somewhat kind smile at first before the charade was picked up again.

A seemingly-male figure steps out of a store nearby, taking note of the air around the newcomer. Luckily for them, no hat was to be found at this point... left it at home, one could say. After all, there was no gas to sell here.]

My, you seem to have had an interesting time coming here. [They're all smiles, but there is a small hint of concern.] Are you alright, ma'am?

(ooc: I simply need to ask if you mind Persona 4 spoilers. c:)

[ladyinscarlet]

[She looks at the stranger who has appeared, ready to bolt or kill him if he calls the police. She is surprised to see that he wears strange clothes, so that must mean she's not in London anymore. Unless he happens to be an actor.]

I am fine... Where is here? [Have a dignified Angelina in front of you.]

OOC: I don't mind them. XD

[handshakegreeting]

[Yes, good luck with that indeed, Angelina. The smile stays with them, even as they offer a towel. They mean no harm, as of now.]

You are in a place called Vatheon; a reality that is far from our own individual times and countries. [Was that a vaguely Japanese accent?]

[ladyinscarlet]

Vatheon? [This is not a place she has heard of before. Not even in fairytales.]

Was it you who brought me here?

[She takes the offered towel with grateful nod, and wipes some of the blood from her hands and face. She remembers she has her scalpel hidden in her sleeve, and is careful of not letting it slip.]

[handshakegreeting]

[The smile doesn't fade, even as he shakes his head.]

No. I am like you in this regard. Though, I do believe our similarities end there.

[Aside from, you know, ~*~murders~*~... but she has proxies for that. Do try not to cut yourself with that; you never know what sort of disease they may have.]

[ladyinscarlet]

[Damn, he saw her scalpel. She might as well just hold it properly.]

Thank you for the warning. [Finally returns the smile.] So it means we are trapped in this strange place?

[reaper2die4]

[Well color Grell surprised. Last time she saw Madam Red was dead in a London alleyway. And that was months ago, probably about year and a half ago at least. It was odd for this shinigami to see someone she knew was dead, but this place was odd and she was still getting used to it.

Of course at the same time this meant this place got so much more interesting. After all, Grell had been a little peckish since she got here. Her more blood thirsty side craved the sight of fresh flowing life. The liquid always enticed her and the smell - oh the smell.

Grell made soft solid footsteps toward her former charge and victim. She gazed at her with a smirk on her face.]

Madam Red... Aren't you the sight?

[ladyinscarlet]

[And An gazes right back at Grell with a smirk of her own.]

Well, well, well... Wherever we happen to be, you're here too, Grell Sutcliff. I was starting to wonder if I would need to hire a new butler...

[reaper2die4]

[Grell stick her hip out some, her hand firmly placed on it as she stares at the lady.]

Madam, I have not been a butler in some time. In fact, I have not seen you in as much time as I have not been a butler.

[She starts to walk around the scarlet lady, still very much wearing the jacket taken from her bleeding dead body. In fact there are times where she still swears that she can smell the blood of Angelina on it.]

Which lady was this blood from? Our first? Your last? [She licks her teeth and lips.]

[ladyinscarlet]

Oh? Interesting... Last I remember, you were still at my service. And still the worst butler I have ever known...

[She watches Grell walking around her, ever keeping in mind how dangerous the reaper can be. Her smirk widens at his question.]

It is from our third, in fact. Though I believe those women can hardly be called ladies...

[reaper2die4]

I have not been your butler in some time, madam.

[She gazes upon her, eyes and lips in a deep smirk. Oh to know that she was only one murder away from her own death. A shine glinted in the corner of her eye.]

No... They cannot be called ladies for the monstrous thing they did.

[ladyinscarlet]

No? [Looks thoughtful.] I thought we had a good business relationship, Grell...

[Of course she doesn't know she will die soon in her own world.]

Isn't that why we kill them? But anyway... What happened just now? This is definitely not London...